Desperation and Destiny: The Gift I Never Wanted
I’ve just moved to a new property, and I'm staring out at a large multipurpose building on the property—the shell of one anyway. It is a 2,000-square-foot building that needs walls, ceiling, electrical, AC, and plumbing. It's basically a metal building with cement floors and a few fluorescent lights. I’ve estimated that it will take about $25,000 to turn this space into my dream art studio.
The only problem is I’m broke. I have less than $500 in my bank account, and I’m hustling for art sales to get my bills paid this month. Staring out at this building from my kitchen window tortures me each day because both John and I are painting inside of a tiny guest bedroom and we can barely function. Many of our art supplies are still in boxes in the garage getting ruined from the heat. I see melting crayons and hardening paint in my mind’s eye and continue to pray for $25,000 to drop from the sky so we can build out the art studio.
I imagine myself on a pair of roller skates with a wet paintbrush in my hand, skating from easel to easel creating giant abstracts while the tunes blare in an ice-cold air-conditioned open space filled with shelves of every art supply that exists.
I have been asking God for $25,000 for a few months now and am beginning to lose faith that he even wants me to have a beautiful art studio. It just doesn’t make sense. Why would God allow me to move to this property with that building on it only to be held back by just $25,000? I know God isn't sadistic. God loves me and is generous and has unlimited resources. Why isn't he giving me the money?
The Prayer That Changed Everything
By early September, I have been asking for the $25,000 for three solid months, and I am exasperated. I sit at my giant kitchen table in my tiny kitchen and tell God, “I’m sick of my entire spiritual life being wrapped up in $25,000 that you refuse to give me. I’m not asking for that money ever again. If you want me painting inside a tiny bedroom for the rest of my life, FINE! But I need to know that you still exist and haven't forgotten about me. I need to see that you still answer prayer. How about you tell me what you are planning on doing, and I will pray that.”
I don't care if it’s for the neighbor to get a new van or a sick friend to be healed. I just need to see God move. I sit super still and quiet and just listen. I crane my ears toward heaven and wait for that still small voice. What I hear surprises me, and I will never forget it. I hear loud, clear, and confident in my spirit, “I’m ready to give you your art school now.”
“What???!!!” I’m stunned. I don't want an art school. Artists are insecure and difficult to work with. I don't know how to teach, or run a school, or design a class, or do anything having to do with art classes. It all sounds so daunting and difficult and well beyond my capabilities. But I am absolutely sure this was God talking to me. I am sure that this notion of an art school is outside of myself. I have never wanted that, or even thought of it. The idea of having my own art school is completely foreign.
But a deal is a deal. I wanted to know that God still existed, and this is my chance. I have to do my part and agree with him.
“Ok, I guess, please give me my art school then, and with it the desire for it and the passion I need to carry it out, and please give me the knowledge I need to know how to create an art school.” I pray this with very little confidence or excitement. Just simple reluctant obedience.
I don’t tell anyone but John about the strange incident at my kitchen table. His reaction is, “Yeah, I could see that.” He can?! See me starting an art school?
Within three days of that prayer, I start to really want the school. I begin fantasizing about shelves full of art supplies and people at their easels painting while I go around explaining how I paint. I start to see all the big dots in my life connect with each other and with the vision about an art movement and artist community that has been with me since I was 19 years old. I’m growing excited about the idea and beginning to believe this was God’s plan all along.
But my attention span is short. Life moves on, and I continue to paint in the guest bedroom. In October, my mentor Beverly invites me to go to Ukraine for the first time and arranges for me to talk with some art students at the university. I go and share with them that they have a voice that the world needs to hear; that as artists, they can build art businesses outside of Ukraine and use social media to gain a following; and that now is the best time to be alive as an artist.
Standing there in front of a whole room of young artists, inspiring them and giving them hope for a future, inspires me and gives me belief that I have something to offer other artists.
The Beauty of Divine Timing
When my mom picks me up from the airport, she excitedly tells me that $26,000 fell out of the sky for me. She didn't know anything about the school, only that I wanted to build an art studio. The miracle was a convoluted story involving an inheritance, the US government, Vietnam, and an Agent Orange settlement. But $26,000 is mine, and God has come through.
Now it’s my turn. I have to make good on my commitment to actually start an art school. Now that it’s all real, I have no clue how to start. I decide I’ll just concentrate on getting the building built out, and then I’ll worry about the art school. I can put off starting the school until I feel ready. It’s fine. God will understand, as long as I intend to do it someday.
But my phone rings and interrupts those thoughts. My friend Diana is on the other end. She asks me if I would be willing to teach art to 15 of the women in her church group who all want to give it a try. She asks if I know of a place we could rent to have the classes.
“Well, it just so happens I’m finishing building out my new 2,000-square-foot art studio and would love to help you with this.” Diana is thrilled and officially becomes my first student.
That’s when I realize there is absolutely no escaping this art school. I can try to hide, make excuses, and pretend none of this happened, but the art school will chase me down until I give in. This is a true mandate from heaven. I know it.
Miracles, Excuses, and Finding Purpose
I’m generally selfish and only want to do what I want to do. I’m great at justifying and coming up with logical reasons to get out of something. I’m a master of getting what I want. In a selfish sense, in the mode of self-preservation, fear, and overwhelm, I REALLY DID NOT WANT AN ART SCHOOL!
But I KNEW, beyond all my justifications, that this was a plan much bigger than me. God wanted this. God moved mountains to make it happen. I can look back over the past several years at all the things that lined up to this moment in time.
A few years before, a pastor from Burkina Faso, Africa told me that he saw me inside of a factory with many artists from all over the world who are creating beautiful artwork that would change the world. He said I was like a giraffe with a long neck that could see out over the horizon from what was coming. I had connected that this school was this “art factory.”
How we got into this property was miraculous. Even in my heritage, my grandmother was an artist and also a school teacher. My grandfather was the headmaster of a private high school. Not to mention the money dropping out of the sky, the sudden miraculous trip to Ukraine, and Diana calling me out of the blue just as I was about to weasel out of the deal I had with God.
He knows my weaknesses, my shortcomings and my selfishness and constructed an obstacle course around all of it, where the ball goes into the hole labeled, “ART SCHOOL.”
Looking back on all of this 15 years later, I can see how, knowing this was divine intervention and a true calling, I’ve slid through many, many moments of self-doubt and close calls. I have realized that what kept me from quitting along the way, and even moved me into new areas of growth outside of the original plan, was the recognition that this was my true destiny.
I now know how important it is to connect your purpose with what you are doing. Living without purpose, without a heavenly mandate or calling, is futile and empty. Knowing our destiny and why we live at this moment in time is everything. There is no greater reward or feeling of fulfillment than stepping out of our comfort zones, doing it anyway, staying committed, and living for a higher purpose. I’m truly grateful for this great adventure God has put me in. This Odyssey is why I’m alive and everything I live for.
Elli, thank you for sharing your story about how God has worked in your life, when we surrender our will and life to Him, He takes what we think is our plans and makes them bigger that we could ever imagine.. When God seems to be silent and when He says “no”, or maybe He is saying “wait” I have found that He has something better in mind….
.or maybe we aren’t ready to handle His plan. His plans are always perfect!
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Elli Milan Art replied:
So true!
Thank you for sharing. This was inspiring and I’ve been in the same place. It’s nice to know other artists have worked through their doubts and didn’t let go of their dreams
Hi Elli, thank you for your inspiring story. I always felt uplifted when I read your blog. I have completed my mastery program but caved in to procrastination and self-doubt. I have been giving excuses and excuses for not picking up my canvas and brushes. I am of different religion and I do not know how to pray like you but deep down inside I know I am meant to do awesome and exciting work in creating art. Please keep posting your inspiring stories as it is a form of motivation to me. Thanks
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Elli Milan Art replied:
Yes! You have to beat resistance!!! Get the book, “the war of art “ by Steven pressfield.
Elli!!! You have pulled me from the darkness of depression and given me something that finally feels like I am on the way to a purpose that makes sense for who I’ve been my whole life and this testimony reminds me of how real God’s plan is for our lives when we agree to walk into it with him.
I was sitting here the other day praying to God to help me have a raise in monthly income so I could afford the $200 a month plan for the Mastery Program, then immediately after i finished praying, a still, small voice whispered to me “Not at this moment, but you have more than enough to save up and pay for it all up front, in time.”
The very next day, I was told i would be given a $2 hourly raise at my job 🤯
So…I will see you in God’s divine timing and i am so excited for that day to come! Never forget the importance of what The Light Movement is doing. All my love! – Dillon
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Elli Milan Art replied:
Wow!! That’s amazing!!! See you in the mp soon!
Hi Elli, how did you know God was speaking to you? How did you hear it? I get confused sometimes, maybe it is just my intuition. Thank you for your wonderful blog and pointing to God!!
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Elli Milan Art replied:
My faith first assumes it’s God, plus I REALLY WANT to hear GOD, so my faith says God wants to be heard. When a clear definite message comes to me I know it’s God and I try not to doubt. It’s usually confirmed bc it aligns with Gods plan or will. On this case it was so foreign to my own thoughts and desires I knew it didn’t come from me. I think hearing God comes through practice.
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